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[masticated]

[that grabs his attention! he peers up at her, lips parted in surprise. his thumbs are already working to pull up thresher's contact info to text her.]

Yeah?

[rationalism]

[ ah. he can multitask. ]

Why not? Might as well get something good out of this bullshit.

[masticated]

[selective hearing is his friend.]

I dunno where she is now, but you came up during FMK. [texting thresher now...] Tomorrow? We got some shit in our group we gotta figure out.

[his phone keeps buzzing, little pings of alerts appearing at the top of his screen that he has to keep sliding away.]

[rationalism]

[ she waves her hand. ]

Whenever. I've got nothing going on. You both picked fuck?

[masticated]

She picked marry, I picked fuck.

[he shrugs, turns his phone on silent and drops it face down on his chest.]

Both options get the same outcome. Do you know her? She's one of mine.

[rationalism]

[ she wonders who the other options were if thresher picked grace to marry. garbage, probably. ]

I figured, from the names. She said she'd do my book club.

[masticated]

Book club?

[scrunching his nose, like the possibility of that is out of the question, then he remembers how fond grace is of the library.]

What were you gonna read, Moby Dick?

[rationalism]

[ she bonks him on the head with the book she had in her lap. it's just some bodice ripper, a highland man that looks like a ginger fabio and a woman whose bodice is literally ripped. she enjoys trash! ]

The Hobbit. Don't worry, I won't ask you to join.

[masticated]

Hey–! What the fuck is this–

[the book is quickly snatched from her hand so he can look at the cover, whistling as he does.]

You readin' a naughty book, sweetheart? Men here aren't doin' you justice?

[rationalism]

I guess not.

[ she has no shame about her filthy book choices, she would read that at the breakfast table, so she just smiles sweetly at saber. ]

[masticated]

No? [on the edge of a laugh.] What happened, boyfriend can't keep up?